Chapter 2

I just stood there staring, not knowing what to say. “This explains the strange words and phrases that keep stumping us.” Shalyndria laughed as she started going through the cases on the ground.

“Stop!” I yelled. “Those are my weapons. Unless you know what you’re doing, they are just as dangerous to you as your enemies.” I explained to her.

“I know weapons,” she replied. I jumped down and climbed into the back of the wagon.

“Please hand me the small boxes first so I can load them up and see how much room I have left Princess,” I asked of her. “Also, Why the wardrobe change?” I asked as we loaded the cases.

“My maid and I thought blending in might be a better idea with our reduced strength.” She answered as I took in her new outfit. Black leather pants were tucked into calf-high boots while a white shirt under a green vest hugged her torso, accentuating her chest.

After the ammo and gun cases were loaded into the wagon, I had a fair amount of room left. I returned to the back of the van, followed by Shalyndria. I gestured to the chair bolted to the floor, “Have a seat while I look for anything else worth salvaging.”

“Will you tell me about this and everything while you work?” she asked with a small flirty smile on her innocent face.

“Ask away, gorgeous,” I quickly replied with a chuckle. I pulled out two pelican cases I had overlooked under the monitor desk.

She asked as I opened them, “What are LAPD and SWAT?”

“Starting easy, I see,” I laughed. “Los Angeles Police Department and Special Weapons and Tactics are an elite assault squad of officers from the Police Department.” “Holy shit,” slipped from my lips after I opened the first case.

“What is it?” she asked as I stared into the case.

“Grenades, and a lot of them. They shouldn’t be here.” I replied. Inside was twenty 9-bang flashbangs and thirty M61 Fragmentation grenades. “No one can get their hands on these. Toss them in a room, and everyone in it dies,” I told Shalyndria as I carried them to the wagon and came back in.

“OK, what is Los Angeles Police Department?” she continued.

“Los Angeles is the name of the large coastal city where I lived and worked. The police department is the equivalent of the city guard, peacekeepers, and law enforcers for the city.” I replied as I returned from taking the case to the wagon. I grabbed an empty duffle bag and started packing the plate carriers and ballistic helmets. I was luckily able to fit all six in a single duffle.

“Where else did you train? Did you leave any family in your old world?” was her next question. “How about a wife and children?” she asked with a hopeful lilt to her voice.

I stopped and dropped my head as the memories ran through my head. “My family died as I was finishing my basic military training. Then I fought in a long war to protect mine and a neighboring country from tyrannical outlaws.” I quietly responded as a few tears fell. I took a few seconds to compose myself. Then I noticed one last case on top of the rack the armor had been hanging. “And no one special either, never had the time for love and kids. As for training, I am considered a master in three different unarmed combat methods and an expert in several others.” I responded as I pulled the case down and opened it. I was dumbfounded. This case definitely should NOT have been here circled my brain. Inside I found four detonator cord breaching charges, ten 1lbs blocks of C4, and blasting caps with detonators for it all. “Where the fuck did this extra weaponry come from?” I wondered out loud.